It is still to this day highly debatable whether it really happened, it was a dream, or it happened and my brain likes to think of it as a dream. Like with everything I will redact, keep an open mind!
My house was (it still is, it didn't go anywhere) located on the outskirts of town. It was one of only a handful. In fact, there was pretty much nothing close to my house but two other houses and empty acres of land...oh and a park. My house was in front of a park. And by park I mean a space dedicated to playing sports. No children area, no slides, none of that. It was just land divided into sections where certain sports could be played. The side of the park that faced my house had trees along the fence, from beginning to end! Walking there at night was not enjoyable at all.
My parents had a grocery store that was located in front of the elementary school in the central area of the town. That's where all the people in their right minds lived, including my paternal grandparents. Since the school and the store where not so close to my house I had to walk back and forth by myself except at night because I was just a 6 year old after all. I walked the same path everyday, I could do it with my eyes closed and in my sleep! And one day something strange happened...
I walked out of my house and was on my way to the store...but something was odd. I felt like something or someone was watching me. I could feel the stare fixated on me. So I look up to the trees I feared so much and there it was. It was a woman siting at the top of one of the trees. She had really pale skin and brown eyes and was wearing a black dress. She just stared at me.
I have no memory of anything else. After seeing her I cannot remember what happened after, if she talked to me or if she simply left. The next thing I remember is being at the store eating breakfast in a hurry because I was late for school. Over the years I've tried to remember but I can't. All I have is that, nothing more. All I can say is that I was not afraid, she was not scary or anything. She was just there.
My parents like to insist it was a dream or my imagination. Funny thing is...when I was about 15 my mother told my family the story of when she was a little girl and heard someone call her, it was a woman on the top of a tree. When my mom shared that I was a bit scared. Because we had a similar memory of when we both were around 6 years old. Over the years I've wondered if what I remember really happened...and if it could have possibly being the same woman.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Light-Truth-Courage
Let's start with the obvious- the beginning.
It started when I was just a child, around 6 or 7 years old. It could have even been sooner but who knows, I can hardly recall anything prior to that age. It's almost like there's a lock to any previous memories I might have and I have yet to find the key. Anyways, I was different and I knew it. I was sociable and all but I just wasn't like the others. I spent most of my life pretending nothing ever happened. I forced myself to believe I was just another child with an incredibly vivid and creative mind. For the sake of me and every person I knew, it was easier that way.
However, as I grew older I changed and so did things. Innocent and non-harmful events turned into a living hell. That's when I decided to face it and accept it instead of denying it and being afraid. Okay, I'll admit that to this day I still feel fear every now and then and sleeping in foreign places is not the easiest thing for me but I'm a work in progress. What terrifies me the most is not seeing, hearing, or sensing but physically feeling something. I will later explain with more detail what I mean with feelings things physically- that deserves a post of its own.
My parents weren't, and to this day still aren't, very accepting of what was going on. They always told me I was dreaming or just making it up. The latest one is "you're traumatized from listening to your grandma when you were a kid". They will always try to find something else rather than accept what is really going on. I believe they are in denial because they refuse to believe their child has been going through that since the onset of her life. It's still funny how they deny it so much since they know exactly what is going on because they experienced it too.
Yes, I'm afraid it's a family thing- but that also deserves a post of its own, more on that later. I don't want to make this too long, I just wanted to give a brief, very brief, look into my background so you can understand why this blog exists at all. As I continue to post I will share my experiences. The reason why I am not sharing any now is because I wanted to give you the basics before I start bombarding with my experiences. Just keep in mind that it started when I was about 6 years old, that it seems to be a family thing, and that my parents are not accepting of it. It is also good to know that my classmates from elementary school said I was a witch. Poor things, I really scared them sometimes.
PS: you may not call me a witch, never ever. If you do I might just curse you to a life without the internet.
It started when I was just a child, around 6 or 7 years old. It could have even been sooner but who knows, I can hardly recall anything prior to that age. It's almost like there's a lock to any previous memories I might have and I have yet to find the key. Anyways, I was different and I knew it. I was sociable and all but I just wasn't like the others. I spent most of my life pretending nothing ever happened. I forced myself to believe I was just another child with an incredibly vivid and creative mind. For the sake of me and every person I knew, it was easier that way.
However, as I grew older I changed and so did things. Innocent and non-harmful events turned into a living hell. That's when I decided to face it and accept it instead of denying it and being afraid. Okay, I'll admit that to this day I still feel fear every now and then and sleeping in foreign places is not the easiest thing for me but I'm a work in progress. What terrifies me the most is not seeing, hearing, or sensing but physically feeling something. I will later explain with more detail what I mean with feelings things physically- that deserves a post of its own.
My parents weren't, and to this day still aren't, very accepting of what was going on. They always told me I was dreaming or just making it up. The latest one is "you're traumatized from listening to your grandma when you were a kid". They will always try to find something else rather than accept what is really going on. I believe they are in denial because they refuse to believe their child has been going through that since the onset of her life. It's still funny how they deny it so much since they know exactly what is going on because they experienced it too.
Yes, I'm afraid it's a family thing- but that also deserves a post of its own, more on that later. I don't want to make this too long, I just wanted to give a brief, very brief, look into my background so you can understand why this blog exists at all. As I continue to post I will share my experiences. The reason why I am not sharing any now is because I wanted to give you the basics before I start bombarding with my experiences. Just keep in mind that it started when I was about 6 years old, that it seems to be a family thing, and that my parents are not accepting of it. It is also good to know that my classmates from elementary school said I was a witch. Poor things, I really scared them sometimes.
PS: you may not call me a witch, never ever. If you do I might just curse you to a life without the internet.
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